Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Melisandre's body was very warm, hugging her naked body, like a flame that would not burn her skin. Just getting close would easily attract her, and the stove in the tent seemed very redundant.

Desire was like a tide, hitting the exposed rocks, gradually slowing down, until it subsided.

"The red comet you mentioned," Atis's lips leaned against Melisandre's ear, and the red-robed woman leaned on Atis's chest with her face tilted, "When will it come?"

"Don't worry, my true king." Melisandre gently leaned her head forward and kissed Atis' lips, with a faint fragrance, "The established trajectory will not change because of human power. It is destined to come when it should come."

Atis smiled gently, "Your red god is really powerful. It seems that people's fate is arranged by them." He moved away and sat up from the bed.

"Everyone has a thread of fate hanging over their heads. What is supposed to happen will always happen," Melisandre propped up her upper body and pressed against the Duke's back, "Just as the long night will come, you are destined to pull out the Lightbringer and end the long night."

"Too far away," Atis felt the temperature behind him, "The long summer doesn't seem to be over yet."

"An illusion, true king, don't let an illusion make you make mistakes in your judgment." Melisandre's voice seemed to have magic, always making people subconsciously obey her semantic logic.

Attis stood up and looked at Melisandre behind him. The red robe was draped over her body as a bed quilt, and the vaguely visible figure was very tempting.

"Should I trust you, the red-robed woman of Asshai?" Attis held the wine glass, and the red wine was shaking in it. "I am a knight who is anointed with the sacred oils of the Seven Gods. I have been influenced by the teachings of the Seven Gods since I was a child."

"I am a believer of the King of Light and will be your servant. You are the prince in the prophecy, and I am destined to follow you." Melisandre said to Attis by stroking her wine-red hair.

Attis did not reply. He took a sip of wine. "The unknown is the most surprising." He stopped talking, walked to the table, turned out the map recorded before, and looked at it again.

Melisandre put on the red robe quietly, slightly adjusted her hair, and quietly left the tent.

Artis stopped writing, looked at the map of the riverlands, calculated the speed of Royce's cavalry, rubbed his fingers together, and murmured: "This situation."

He frowned. From the banks of the Green Fork River to the God's Eye Lake, more than half of the riverlands were actually controlled by the Vale. The lords of the riverlands have always been at odds, and it is difficult to unite in the face of foreign enemies. Before, because of the alliance of the wolf eagle, they completely obeyed Robb Stark's banner, but now the back of the riverlands is completely exposed to the spears of the Vale cavalry. Is there no reaction at all?

A loud military bugle sounded in the camp. Artis knew that the cavalry of the Heart of Corbray, the Earl of Corbray, had arrived. This was the closest canyon knight to the Moon Gate.

Next was Lady Waywood's Iron Oak City cavalry, then the few cavalry in Longbow Hall, and finally the countless young people in the Five Finger Peninsula who hoped to be knighted on the battlefield.

Artis raised his head. It was time for him to bleed.

Janos Bracken held down the blonde mistress tightly, releasing his desire wantonly.

"You shouldn't have let our son go." The mistress blushed, "Harry, you shouldn't have let Harry lead the troops to accompany Lord Edmure to die!" She raised her head and groaned in pain.

"What should I do?" Janos panted loudly, "I only have one son, and he is a bastard. I only have this one bastard. My wife gave birth to daughters for me. If I don't hand over the army of Stonehedge to him, who else can I hand it to?"

"The Mountain is a monster, not only that, but there are also people from the valley. You forgot that they almost attacked Stonehedge from Harrenhal!" The blonde mistress was turned over by Earl Bracken and screamed comfortably.

"I remember it clearly," Janos Bracken shook his head, enjoying the pleasure of his lower body, "Why do you need to know so much, woman, hurry up, lift your legs!"

The mistress opened her legs obediently, "My son is inside, I must." Her lips were sealed by Earl Bracken, leaving only a mumbling sound.

Lord Bracken sighed, climbed off his mistress, and collapsed on the bed.

"Damn Robb Stark." He murmured, "Damn Tully, only Lord Hoster is with Bracken, Riverrun is controlled by a group of villains, we can't always be controlled by others."

He opened his mouth and thought carefully about the current situation.

"Let Harry Rivers contact Royce's army," Lord Bracken decided secretly, "Although the North has some strength, the old peeling army is far away in the crown, Stark has only thousands of tired cavalry, but he has to face the oppression of the valley surrounding Riverrun, and there is no chance of winning," he sat up on the bed, "Young Wolf really ruined a good cyvasse chess!"

"Let the maester come, we must make plans early, we can't be tied to the hatred of the Wolf family, otherwise we will be burned by the war sooner or later." Janos Bracken clenched his fists and hit the mattress.

Tywin Lannister rode his warhorse and looked at the retreating Riverland army.

"The Dornishman's move was really vicious," Kevan frowned and sighed, "Oberyn took advantage of the opportunity to capture Randyll Tarly's Horn Hill, and removed Nightsong, the gateway to Prince's Pass. He set a fire in the Reach and quickly abandoned the Horn Hill, holding Prince's Pass."

"No news on Renly yet?" Tywin asked.

"Not yet," Kevan replied, "Many of his men were poisoned by Stannis, perhaps including himself?" He hesitated, "Most of the cavalry are nobles. Most of the lords of the Stormlands were captured by Stannis, which also means surrender. Renly's performance was too poor, and Randyll led his troops to rush to his fiefdom. The lords of the Stormlands have no psychological burden. It's nothing more than choosing one between two deer."

Tywin snorted coldly, "It's just a nest of snakes and rats, and they just change their course according to the wind."

Kevan looked at his duke, "Earl Yohn Royce took his cavalry in Harrenhal, about nearly 2,000 people, and went north to Robb Stark who fled to the riverlands. Artis Arryn is also recruiting troops in the Vale of Arryn. It is said that every castle in the Vale has received a letter from the Eyrie."

Tywin turned his head and was a little surprised, "Every castle?"

Kevan nodded, "This is a good thing for us. The northerners only plundered the westerlies and could not occupy an inch of land. I don't know how he bypassed the Golden Tooth. , incredible"

"Just plundered the Westerly" Kevan immediately felt the bitterness and resentment in Tywin's tone, and was about to speak, but Tywin didn't seem to delve into this issue, "How many troops should the Bleeding Gate have if Artis Arryn does this?"

Kevan frowned, "I don't know, but" he pondered for a moment and made a judgment, "At least 30,000 people."

"30,000 troops." Tywin's palm holding the long sword trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath, "How many main forces do we have left?"

Kevan was slightly stunned, but then he understood the helplessness and bitterness behind Tywin's tone, he just forced a smile, "Our raid on the River Bay was not very successful, Garlan Tyrell is an excellent opponent"

His words were interrupted by Tywin, "I'm asking, how many main forces do we have left?"

Kevan pursed his lips slightly, "Less than 15,000 people"

The wrinkles on Tywin's face were very clear, and the cold wind in the River Bay dried the old lion's face, which looked a little sallow and extremely old.